Saturday, April 15, 2017

Crowd of Mourning

in a crowd
of mourning and jeers.

The mast is raised high,
waving in the breeze,
over his nation,

How I wish
I had the courage
to console those
who cry out in His name,
but my fears
and sins of righteousness
dominate me.

How dark
the day becomes
in the hearts of those
who You've chosen to walk among.

Those who You've chosen
to send out
among the gentiles.

copyright 1996 - Donald P James Jr 

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